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This is a book I just finished reading yesterday.
My remarks? “CAPTIVATING”
I love happy endings but I’m a sucker for thrillers, suspense and twists, this book had it all!
Forgive me, I’m not trying to hype or anything, this book just left me in awe and I thought I should share.
It’s a book by ‘Mario Puzo’ the author of The Godfather Series and is a sequel to the Godfather.
Now I’m wondering why I didn’t know about Mario Puzo all this while. And why nobody made me read his other books. I’m deeply hurt because I feel as if I’ve carried the ultimate last. When I updated about it, people started telling me how they read his books in secondary school. What was I doing with my life in secondary school? No wonder I’m not cool.
Anyways, I learnt from this book that you can’t trust anyone. Not a living soul. Also, friendship is a myth.
When I Wiki’d the book, I found out that it was based on real life people in Italy. Now I’m more interested.
If you are a sucker for thrillers and a JJC like me and you haven’t read this book please cop a copy and try to eliminate all bias from my hype. Also, don’t wiki it until you’re done reading; It’ll only spoil it for you.
Step aside John Grisham, Puzo’s in town.
*Skips to Yaba to purchase other Puzo books*
PS. John Grisham is still the man after my heart. Puzo is just the side chick.
2012 was on really short year and there I was thinking 2011 was short.
This was a year full of so many happenings that almost every moment was a Kodak moment.
In 2012, I learnt the following;
- Never trust anyone that goes about telling people he didn’t have shoes. Suspect behaviour.
- Never underestimate your talent. It comes naturally and someone somewhere will appreciate it.
- Struggle! Struggle!! Struggle!!!
- Chances are you are not your boo’s boo or better still your lover’s lover. Know your place today
- In a conflict between your brain and you heart, follow you brain the heart wasn’t made for decision making anyways.
- You don’t have to be alone to be lonely.
- Don’t let insults get to you. This is one of the secrets of a happy life. Say my forehead is like a parking lot, I’d still smile with you.
- In an exam, when you don’t know shingbain, don’t give up; just write what you know. Let it be confident rubbish. I’m a living testimony; I did it and it worked.
- Happiness is the ultimate thing. If something/someone doesn’t make you happy, leave it.
- D’banj = Modern Day Moses.
- Milo isn’t truly the drink of future champions.
- Don’t rub your happiness in other people’s faces.
- There’s a limit to the number of ‘Amens’ a Nigerian president can say. Right? Jonah?
- Reuben Abati’s job; defending the indefensible.
- Masturbation is not a sin.
- Nigerian pastors need jets to get closer to God.
- Study! Study!! Study!!! = Bang! Bang!! Bang!!!
- Music is medicine.
- The NBC is so clueless; be banning cool jams and shii and be overlooking the actually lewd songs.
- The social caste system has no limits. Even on twitter we have the TBH twitter and LWKMD twitter. Where the TBH twitter claim upper class status.
- In all your dealings, don’t be a learner.
- Uppercut of Life.
- Sarkodie Lied; Money na problem.
- Most short people are chronically angry. Look around you; height issues.
- Never diss Nigerians. Let the Ghanians relay their ordeal; all the black jokes that came after were killing!
- Never forget to ‘pass the mic!’
- Lowkey is the best key.
- How Gullible people are: Power. Enter.
- Familiarity really does breed contempt.
- Money Talks, Bullshit Walks. Thanks D’banj.
- Fela remains the realest G. No one can take his place.
- Nudies. Never ever trust them with anyone.
- Dammy Krane has to come to med school to see that O actually le re body.
- Use words like Plebian and Umbrage. They make you sound cool.
- When you’ve been involved in a twi-drama and you want to revamp your online persona, all you need do is to go on a hiatus, change your handle, bio and just act like nothing happened.
- Side bros really don’t mind being side bros. They get the boyfriend perks without carrying out any boyfriend duties. #winning
- Real Gs don’t make noise about being Real Gs
- You have to know your selling point.
- Fanta is the drink of champions. I don’t care what you guys think. All that Fanta bashing can’t faze me.
- Sarcasm yato si stupidity.
- If you ain’t giving it right, she’s gonna go elsewhere to get I right.
- Twitter banter is incomplete without subs. In as much as subs make the banter fun, apply the
@ button. @ a nigga today.
- Obama confidence > Confidence.
- Never. Never. Add your mouth when lovers are fighting.
- Twitter gets realer than real everyday.
- Things change. People change. Everything is dynamic.
- The elephant never forgets; so does twitter.
- Side Chicks are underrated.
- Bintin l’aye.
- A cups. Love? They don’t get none
- Our God has a sense of humor. Say what you mean when you’re making your requests.
- Set P with but don’t date anyone off twitter.
- If you think it, It’s most likely gonna happen.
- Those Mayans were either high on some really good trees or they were highly misunderstood.
- EOL no dey look face.
- Nipple Check. Always. No one has time for wardrobe malfunctions.
- When someone sends you a nudie, share it with everyone you know; it’s the only noble thing to do.
- People living in Ikorodu and Festac are the real heroes.
- About Expectations. Don’t expect too much.
- Never. I repeat. Never. Ever. Download a Tonto Song. My BIS went off after downloading one.
- Oyedepo Slap < Bouncer Slap
- Ikokore is the food of the gods.
- Mushy couples become annoying when you’re single.
- Twitter people despise certain things because certain ‘twitter gods’ despise said things. Get a mind of your own.
- In everything you do, never be Pacquiaoed.
- Being sleep/pacquiao is sometimes better than sticking to one side of the fence. You don’t need to have an opinion all the time.
- The single life isn’t as bad as it seems. Not all the time.
- Self-confidence is key.
- Smokers are liable to die young. My grandfather, a chain smoker for close to 45 years died at age 82; pretty young.
- Nothing wrong with being humble.
- Stupidity has no limits.
- Trust Nobody. Not even yourself.
- Overthinking has no benefits.
- Nothing remains hidden forever. There’s no secret under the sun.
- You’d eventually get over your first love.
- Don’t get carried away with instagram filters.
- Many new dances. Etighi. Azonto. Gangnam style. I only dance them in front of my mirror.
- You need to whip out that ‘inner bitch’ sometimes.
- Once in a while, observe chill; have a chill pill.
- Nigerian Journalism is dead. Copy and Paste is the new journalism. That’s how some bloggers and some professional BC composers threw a BRT bus full of people into the Lagoon.
- Dubbing pays off.
- All fingers are really truly not equal. S/O to the Regulars and VIPs at this year’s Koko Concert. If you know what I mean.
- If you really have to photoshop please do it right.
- God provides for his own. Always.
- It’s okay to judge. Sometimes.
- Don’t assume. Asking questions really doesn’t hurt.
- Any phone without internet access is a stone.
- I really don’t wanna what Olliyu looks like if Davido’s girlfriend i really fresher than Olliyu
- In case of tweet jacking, the tweeter with the highest number of RTs is the real tweeter.
- You haven’t arrived till you boyfriend starts giving you monthly allowance.
- Really. Don’t judge a book by it’s cover.
- Being fashionably late never goes out of style being on time doesn’t hurt either.
- Even a week old fetus can have a net worth 100 times yours.
- GEJ is to blame for everything. Did your beans burn? Yes. Blame him.
- One minute equals one hour when you’re studying but when you’re having fun, time decides to ride in a gulfstream.
- Always be thankful. No matter the situation.
- Be attentive. When a guy says he wants your waist he really wants nothing but your waist. Someone give Yvonne Nelson a bear hug.
- Nigerians shouldn’t be allowed to use photoshop. The ‘bad behavior’ pictures I saw this year ehn.
- The difference between its and it’s. I’ve mixed them up my whole life.
- Laziness pays off. In the present that is.
- #POKO# . Even though we dunno what it really means.
Just for kicks.
On December 1st 2012, I tweeted; “This year hasn’t been my year.” Yes, it wasn’t my best year yet, because I’ve had better years and I know that I have better years to come.
It only took my reading Okeimoute’s story on 19th Street to appreciate my year. When Efe was asking people to pick dates to write, I wasn’t moved to because I didn’t feel the need to share how my 2012 went. Reading Okiemoute’s story made me realize that I have so much to be thankful for and that my year couldn’t have been any better.
I had more highs than lows this past year and 2012 was my year.
I wrote my First professional examinations in January/February and I wasn’t confident about passing all my courses. I was even preparing to resit my physiology paper before the results came out. Thankfully, when the results came out, I made all my papers even though not in flying colors because I know I could have done much better. This marked the end of my first year in medical school.
Second year started off with the Basic Therapeutic Skills (BTS) programme which was basically an introduction to the clinics. I was really enthusiastic about it because I had previously spent almost 3months lazing at home; really needed to get busy but now I wish those days back because the last few months of 2012 were the most stressful months of my life.
Most of my senior colleagues say that if you can get through your second year of medical school, you’re as good as a doctor because it is the toughest hurdle to scale. I can attest to this; after one incourse, the next incourse is already smiling at you; no time to laze around. Even lazy people like me get on their toes. The light situation in LUTH didn’t even help matters.
All in all, I put in my best as regards schoolwork this past year; all my incourses have been good so far and only the people at the pharmacology department are trying to hold me back.
Being so far away from my mother and having to live with my father and my step-mum hasn’t been the best for me even though I have learnt to be very much independent. My step-mum became cold all of a sudden compared to who she was last year. I tried not to let this affect me in any way and I’ve done my best not to cross paths with her. We’re fine this way.
I got a new baby sister (half-sister). I wasn’t so excited about this but I got to embrace this fact when Michelle (my new half-sister) smiled at me; this practically made me melt.
My father was installed as president of the Rotary Club of Gbagada and this was a great feat for him.
My Big Brother graduated from the University of Capetown with a BA in Architecture. I’m already reaping the fruits; he took me Christmas shopping.
My little brother won awards at his school’s prize giving day. This same brother that we thought was retarded because my mother practically begged his way through primary school.
I grew much closer to my big sister(half-sister); we didn’t grow up together; My daddy just introduced her as my sister one day but we’re like peas in a pod.
I lost my paternal grandfather and a great uncle in the span of three months. It was a celebration of life because they lived long enough.
I finally found out that serving God isn’t as difficult as people make it out to be; all you need is to be saved.
I got really close to God at a point and I tried my best to stay in contact with him even though my Church attendance wasn’t so clean. At least, it’s not all about the church going.
This year was my year of self-discovery; I used to be this shy glassy eyed little girl that couldn’t air her opinions. I couldn’t say no to people and I tended not to have a mind of my own. I got this confidence boost and now I have an air of pride –Good pride- around me and I express myself freely. I’m even quite lousy now or should I say very lousy. (._. )
I became fashion conscious, I cared about how I looked and became a camerawhore. It may seem bad but I like it; one of my confidence boosters.
I became a truly happy person. Like happy from deep within.
Not my year for love; yet another break up and every guy I met seemed to think I was side chick material.
Went on so many dates and got to experience Lagos.
Been living the single life; I’m alone but not lonely.
I discovered alcohol.
I lost friends, made new ones for which I am thankful. Afterall, you win some and you lose some. I made some pretty awesome friends this year I must add and I bless God for their lives. I’m especially thankful for this one friend that went out of his way to get me out the famous ‘writer’s block’. God bless his heart.
Some other friendships were strengthened.
My twitter presence declined; finally got over my twitter addiction.
I found solace in Music, Movies and Series. Downloading anything and everything became a pastime.
I got two new devices simply by asking. Asking really does wonders.
I wrote an article that got published in The Punch in January; one of the highlights of my year. My blog was also nominated in the Nigerian Blog Awards under 2 categories and won by popular vote in the ‘Best Student Blog Category’.
See, Don’t take Sarkodie seriously when he says money no be problem.
I had serious money issues this past year. It all stemmed from when I lost my blackberry in April. I started spending money I didn’t have just to get a new one. The new one I bought got lost in May. Around that same time, I broke someone’s laptop screen and I had to replace it with money I didn’t have. I bought so many things I couldn’t afford and I was practically living from hand to mouth.
The only good thing is the fact that I can account for how I spent all this money.
I still need to learn how to control my impulsive spending.
Anyways, I’ve really grown as a person and I’m thankful for the highs and lows of this past year. 2012 was definitely my year and 2013 is another year; I’d be going into my 3rd year of medical school by God’s grace and I’m hoping for the very best.
I know 2012 was a gangsta year for many people myself inclusive (obviously); So many untimely deaths and unfortunate happenings starting from Fuel Subsidy removal to #OccupyNigeria bants, From the Dana crash to the innocent people jejely observing Sunday evening in their houses, Victims of the Connecticut shooting, ALUU4, Boko Haram misdeeds and all the other happenings but we are still alive and kicking.
I am thankful for the highs and lows of 2012, For the friends that stood by me, I’m especially thankful for Dami and every other person that put a smile on my face. So many that I can’t begin to name names. Also thankful for my blog readers; thank you for reading all these things I churn out. You all keep me going.
Cheers to a better 2013.
I know its pretty early to write Santa. Or is it late? O well, Who cares?
As kids, my brothers and I wrote to Santa Claus every Christmas and with every passing Christmas, Santa gave us a reply; but with only a few of the gift items on our really long lists and a letter reminding us of our shortcomings that year. That didn’t stop us from writing an even longer list each following year.
I wondered why Santa couldn’t just grant all our desires; isn’t that what he does in the movies and animations?
One day, I was clearing up my uncle Tayo’s books and I observed that Uncle Tayo’s handwriting was so much like Santa’s. I wonder where they learnt that pretty font. I told my mum of my discovery, She seemed pretty amazed too. I later put two and two together; Such a slow little child.
I came to the realization that Santa wasn’t real all by myself and my childhood didn’t end there. I still believed in the tooth fairy.
Anyways, this is my Christmas wish list to Santa just because;
Medical Student’s Hostel,
December the 7th 2012.
Otunba North Pole.
How are you? How is Mrs. Claus? And how has your vacation been? All splendid I trust? I’m sure you guys have been making the best of your time off. *wink*
Shey all the ice at your end hasn’t finished melting? Because of all this climate change, melting of polar ice caps and rising water levels gist. E get as e be.
As you know, I’ve been a really good girl this year and I know you know and we both know that I deserve more than a lump of coal;
I tried my best to stick to my resolutions.
I obeyed my mummy.
I obeyed my daddy.
I go to church.
I tried my best not to skip school.
I procrastinated minimally,
I tried my best to listen to all my lectures despite all the heat and lecturers that speak like they have no voice boxes amongst many other things.
Now that we have established how much of a good girl I have been, can I go on with my Christmas wish list? Yes?
Santa Baby. :*
I’m really not greedy and I don’t like to do more than myself. All I desire include;
1. A sizeable behind. You get my point Santa and you know next year is clinical year; I can’t be wearing all those formal clothes and be looking like a white marker board from behind. I’m not asking for the Kardashian type or the Dolapo type, I can’t handle the attention that’ll come with that.
Please I don’t tell me to do squats or sit in some bucket, they don’t work. I don’t want butt pads either: those’ll just make me develop an inferiority complex. Thank you.
2. Acne-free face. I’ve been battling acne ever since I hit the age of 10. My daddy says I have too much testosterone. My mummy just thinks my pores are too small. These things got me feeling self conscious and I expected them to leave once puberty was over but no; they’ve built mansions on my face.
Dear, Santa I want a Clearasil model face but I don’t want Clearasil or Neutorgena either. I’ve tried all their products and they only make me lighter in complexion.
3. Stable Light In LUTH. This LUTH is such a struggle ground. Battlefield of some sort; we bought generator we cannot even afford to fuel, we owe PHCN plenty money and I’m not even talking a million Naira kind of debt. When there’s no light, class’ll be a hot mess, hostel’ll be inhabitable and all that. You can like to bring us a generator that runs on fart or anything that we can afford. Better still, you can make the PHCN ‘off’ switch have the same function as the ‘on’ switch. They won’t know what hit them.
4. Eliminate LUTH Rats.These rats are Landlords as far as I’m concerned. You have to pretty much leave the way for them to pass. Terrorists. Invite them to the North Pole will you? They may be very useful to you.
5. Airtel Cheat Code. make it happen.
6. Peace Of Mind
7. AOC for my Professional Exams. This will bring me the greatest joy; having to read all those texts and notes and only a percentage of everything will surface in the exam. Surprise me please.
You know I haven’t asked for iPhone 6 or iPad 5 or Blackberry 10. Only the things that matter.
Anyways, next year is another and I may be at my absolute best to be able to ask your for all that
I Love you Santa! :*
So I read Lord Zubair’s posts about a parallel universe. And I have this way of zoning out; I started Imagining how different my life’ll be in an alternate universe.
First of all, In an alternate universe, I’ll most def not be in med school. I’ll probably be a graduate at my present age. I’d have studied a more practical course like Mass Comm. and I’ll be tattling off on some radio show/hosting some TV show with my borrowed accent and really fancy dress and stuff. This is not an alternate universe and I’m presently sitting on my shaky LUTH bunk whilst hustling to type this. A girl can dream right?
I’ll be everything I ever wanted plus a lot more. I’ll be that chick with the flawless skin, Long hair without a receding hairline, brown eyes that you don’t notice only in the sun, figure 8 of life, statistics to kill for and a rather enviable citation.
What if I’m a dude in a parallel universe?
Anywho, I would be from a happier home, with a more peaceful extended family, better friends and what not.
I’m sure I’d most likely be anything but Nigerian.
Who will you be in an Alternate universe?
I’ve been meaning to write a post on HIV/AIDS. Honestly, I’m not just saying this.
It took a really long while for me to get my first HIV test. I was really afraid and I don’t even know why; not like I’ve been messing around or anything. Not to sound myopic, I know HIV can be transmitted through many routes.
At least I finally got it done even though its a very big shame being someone who is medically inclined.
I got it done in LUTH’s APIN clinic some time in May this year. The longest 15 minutes of my life. From when the man in the bleeding room pricked my finger to when the counsellor called me into her office after the lab attendants brought the result to her office.
Anyways, I tested Aladeen.
My second test was slated for October but I’ve been too lazy to find the new location of the APIN clinic since the old one burnt to the ground a while ago. You didn’t hear about it? Visit Linda Ikeji’s blog then. Educate yourself.
You have to get tested every six months because the window period for the virus is six months.
All I’m saying is; everybody should get tested and be in the know. Don’t develop such mentality;
Because you really can’t know. You may be seemingly healthy but the Virus is busy preparing for war. Like the popular saying goes;
AIDS no dey show for face.
Early detection and swift management can go a long way because what eventually kills is one of the opportunistic diseases that take advantage of the immunosuppression (lowering of the body’s defenses) caused by the HIV virus.
The test doesn’t hurt. Just a sharp prick and you’ll have your result in no time.
Know you Status today and Stay Safe People!
Are you HIV Aladeen or HIV Aladeen? Aladeen I hope!
🎶🎵What’s your selling point?
Do you know your selling point?
You gats to know your selling point!
Oya identify your selling point! 🎵🎶
Dr. Sho was just going on and on about Urinalysis, Bladder cancer, tract infections, pigments, cast and so on. I sha found a way to disconnect -classic Kemi- ; In my defense, the class was hot and when it gets hot like that, my zeal to learn drops to zero.
So I opened my Scope app and the first tweet I saw was this;
Yeah. So what exactly is a selling point? Judging from all what D’Prince said, I believe your selling point is something about you that stands out and draws attention towards you. Simply put.
So what’s my selling point?
It has to be my smile. 😃 I may have a really horrible dentition but I still bare my pearly whites when smiling. Trust me, they’re white.
if na book you sabi e good.
Ehen. I used to be really intelligent but med school happened. I still sabi book small. Abi nobody can be in med school and be dumb. At least not for three years. Med school has this special way of making you feel like a standard retard when in actual fact you’re really knowledgeable. True story.
Med school has humbled me mehn but I still sabi book. All I need to do is rid myself of this laziness. The bane of my existence.
Of which, Your selling point can be your talent too. Yes? Of which I have none. No special talent. *sniff* That’s how @iheartbluebunny reminded me of how I tried out in the 1,500m race back in secondary school but I fainted just skinny for nothing.
Anyways, all I’m asking Santa for this Christmas is a size able behind. Dear Santa, I know that’s not too much to ask for. I need to diversify my selling points.
Have you Identified your selling point?
When will you marry? This year, next year, sometime or never; January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.
I remember singing this song at the top of my lungs whilst trying my best not to lose my jumping pattern and get caught by the jump rope.
I also remember playing Mummy and daddy at the backyard with my brothers: Bayonle and Bolaji and the neighbors from across the street: Gika and Chukwuma. I also remember when Chukwuma and Bolaji kissed –Lol. This is by the way.
The same Bolaji said he was gonna marry Toluwani who happened to be our cousin. So many memories.
Nowadays, everybody seems to be getting married. At least two ‘HMLs’ on my BBM every Saturday. Even those doing wedding in absentia (i.e either the bride or the groom is absent). A friend of mine got married recently and I started thinking about my life.
I’m not old or anything – I may be old sha- but I’m not old enough for marriage even though my mates in the north already have like 5 babies. My dad even said to the women in my church this one time that I can’t even have a boyfriend till I’m done with med school because they were all trying to set me up with their sons.
Every other Saturday, people get married, I don’t get invited, I still don’t have a boyfriend. Lol. Story for another day.
The people of twitter are quick to send the single ladies to get married. I wonder; is it that simple?
We all know that marriage Is supposed to be a sacred union between two people (of the opposite sex.. or not) who love and adore each other and have decided to spend the rest of their lives together and accept each other’s differences.
However, nowadays marriage appears to be a joke; more or less. It appears as if people just go into marriage for the sake of it or for the sake of the sheer grandeur of the wedding ceremony only to file for divorce 72 days after. #NoKardashian
We are also aware of the high rate of divorce. A divorce where children are caught in the middle has to be the worst. I happen to be a victim of such a divorce. My parents got a divorce a really long while ago and I was pretty young. I was traumatized. I’m over it now; I’ve accepted that things happen for a reason and I’m reaping the only positive benefits of such occurrence; getting the things I need from both sides. Asides that, there’s really no fun in having divorced parents.
Right now, the conflict I have in my head is: ‘to get married or not?’
What if I don’t find the one that can make me happy? The one that can accept me and my many flaws? The one that I’ll go out of my way to please. What if? I really don’t want my children to go through what my brothers and I went through: having to choose a parent to live with, shuttling between mummy’s house and daddy’s house, having to understand that mummy and daddy just can’t live under the same roof for reasons you can’t understand and I don’t even want to go through the torture of explaining to such intricacies to glassy eyed children.
I remember watching the pilot season of Super Story of Suara and Abike and saying a secret prayer to Jesus so that my parents’ll end up like them. A child can dream. With the situation of things, such is not on the horizon and I’m not even bummed about it because I have pretty much gotten used to it and I’m in my happy place.
My point being; I don’t want to get married, eventually get a divorce and have my children end up like me.
I know God sent us to the world to be fruitful and multiply but What’s the point of multiplying and letting your seeds suffer? There’s really no point of bringing them to the world to make them unhappy.
With all that said, I hope I find said bone of my bones and don’t end up being the bitter old lady living down the street with 99 cats.
Really though, all I want is to be happy and I know that’s not too much to ask for.
What do you think?
Something I wrote a few months back. The agony of the block …
Writing is something I’ve always done for fun. I express myself really well when I put pen to paper. I involved myself in many writing activities. Press club, Secretary to different societies and to think I wrote a story book even though it never saw the light of day.
I’ve never considered my writing to be so awesome or even worthy of any praises. You can imagine my surprise when I started blogging. For fun too. I always had a personal blog that I just typed and stored on my computer because I thought why in the world will anyone want to read what I have in my head. I went ahead to post my thoughts online anyways and the responses I got were beyond overwhelming.
I know many writers whom I envy for their writing skill – an awesome talent. Some of them praise me for my work too but I beg to differ. When some of them stop writing for a while and leave me wanting to read more of their work, I hit them up and ask them the reason behind the break in transmission. Writer’s block was always the culprit.
I always thought Writer’s block was a myth. Why will somebody have a skill that has to go on and off? It just doesn’t add up. You can say things like “I’m out of ideas” or “I’ve just been plain lazy” or “I don’t have time” or “I’ve run out of ink” not “Writer’s block”
Writer’s block doesn’t exist.
Or So I thought.
Not Until It hit me.
I just couldn’t get my thoughts together. I had so many ideas dancing in my head but I just couldn’t organise the ideas in my head, put them down and transform them into awesome pieces. The ultimate struggle; Getting ideas from my head to paper.
Even when I was able to put something down, it always turned out drab and below par. Maybe I didn’t have writers block. I was just trying to keep up with expectation. Still am.
I suffered a bout of depression and according to what I looked up on the internet, depression is a good period in time to be a writer because you have many thoughts and ideas.
Truly; I had many thoughts and ideas going and coming but I just couldn’t write the down. The block is REAL.
What did I do about it?
I met my friends who had gone through the same process and one particular friend was really keen on helping me get through it. We had exercises and games which helped me a great deal but the effect didn’t last long and now its back. Like a relapsing fever.
Many great writers in history have gone through writer’s block while some were able to come out of it and write some more great books/pieces, Some others? Not so much.
I just hope this Writer’s block, as real as it can get, does not deprive me of my favorite past time.
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When you buy a phone and it spends one month with you. It gets lost/stolen/misplaced. You buy yet another. The same thing as the former happens to the latter. You but yet another. The same thing. Don’t you see it as a sign?
May the 26th 2011. I misplaced my 3 month old Nokia c6-00. It was this same day I lost my wallet on my way back from the gross lab. My wallet contained my ATM cards, drivers licence and =N=5000 which I withdrew from the ATM that very morning. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t laugh. All I could think was the awesome story I was gonna tell my father about the phone. One thing my pops hates? – Carelessness.
Trust me. You don’t wanna know the story I told him cuz the measures he took were rather extreme; he withdrew me from the school hostel the next day and vowed never to buy me a phone that costs more than 10k. So when I misplace one, it won’t cost him much to replace it.
*Guess the cool story I told him.
Fast forward September 2011. I was so rich and my hand was itching me to spend money. I bought a Blackberry javelin off someone and this I used for only one month. Around this same period, I misplaced my wallet again.
I know, I’ve been jazzed.
After this, I decided to stick to my Nokias seeing as blackberries and co are not coded in my DNA.
Unfortunately, February 2012 I was dragged back into the blackberry world under funny circumstances. I hid it from my pops so that he’d not think that I had excess money. In actual fact, shingbain! I didn’t have. I was happy until one day. He discovered me pinging my sorrows away. I was LOLing at my phone and I didn’t realise my father was in my room. I told him one awesome fable that seemed to have sunk very deep and I saved my head.
I promised to protect the phone with all my life. No pinging while walking. No pinging in public places. No pinging on buses. No pinging in class and many other lies.
April 2012. Lalupon in Ibadan, Oyo State. My late grandfather’s burial ceremony I could bet my life that I put my phone in my bag when they called me to do that dust to dust thingy. I was too sure. That phone was moved via bluetooth or more feasibly; Jazz.
Once again. Too many bad things have happened for me to cry. There and then, i promised myself to make a difference on the dance floor even though I don’t posses any special dancing skills to make enough money to buy a new phone. I danced my sorrows away and made a lot of money even though the money wasn’t enough to buy a new phone.
And once again, disaster struck! The money was stolen. All my twisting, jerking and azontoing amounted to nothing. The most painful thing was that it got stolen in my family house and I really don’t want to believe that I have thieves for family members.
To the glory of God, I was able to buy the same phone two days later before my daddy could find out.
Happy for me right?
Fast forward Saturday May 19th 2012. Disaster struck again. This time around, I just had to admit that I’m very careless. Very Very. For all I care, That phone just vanished from my hand. Shazam!
But if I’m careless why will my nokia phone be a year old in a few days and survive all those other phones? I take it as a sign from above.
“Kemi don’t buy expensive sh*t”
If you’ve been following well, you would’ve noticed that bad things happen to me in twos. What second bad thing happened you may ask?
Well, I was playing with my dear friend – It was amebo that caused all this rubbish- I told her to quickly come and look at what someone was wearing from the balcony and she was forming “I’m watching feem” for me. So I playfully dragged her laptop and yanked the screen.
My countenance didn’t even change. My mind was set on something bad happening. It could’ve been bad. Who knows?
I thank Jesus for everything tho, I survive tough times and I have never for once broken down even though I have almost gotten there. I have taken the hint and no more expensive shi*t for me. If its not less than 10k, I’m not buying
I just believe that all these things happen for a reason. My most reasonable explanation is that all these gadgets don’t let me read.
I need your prayers guys.